Watt's Up Musings of an original geek

I wasn’t very good at proposing. We had carried on a long distance relationship for over four years. Either I was in college and Kathy was at home, we were both in college, or Kathy was in college and I was working. We wrote often and spoke on the phone when we could. We would see each other on holidays, and vacations. The summer before I proposed we spent together in Poughkeepsie, New York, where I worked. I was living with two roommates, Roger and Bill, in a three-bedroom apartment. That summer we lived all together with us sharing a room. At the end of the summer Kathy and I travelled to Maine to be with her family on vacation. We had been so close, but during that time I definitely felt Kathy was distant – later I learned that she had expected me to proposed to her. After the summer she went back at college, and I was working. We continued to write letters with a phone call on the weekend. On one of those calls I asked her to marry me. Her response was “Are you kidding?” My response was “Nope.” I was serious. So the next weekend I asked again, and finally on the third weekend call, she said, “You’re really serious.” At which time she said yes. If I had to do it again, I wouldn’t propose that way. Not very romantic, not a surprise, not in person, no candlelight, no bended knee, no ring, no tears. I wasn’t very good at proposing.